Princess Nikki slowly walked backstage, feeling the weight of her crown and the desire coursing through her veins. She turned to face the young slave who had just finished serving her and smiled coldly.
"Well, slave," she said, her voice a cold echo of the sensual commands she had given him only moments ago. "I hope you enjoyed that."
The slave trembled, unsure if he should respond or not. Princess Nikki reached out her hand and grabbed him by the chin, her grip firm but just barely within the realm of human tolerance.
"Speak," she commanded.
The slave looked up at her, his eyes filled with adoration and fear. "I... yes, Your Highness. I enjoyed every moment of serving you."
Princess Nikki laughed mockingly. "Of course you did, slave. Now get yourself cleaned up and wait for your next command."
With one last look of disdain, Princess Nikki turned and walked away, leaving the slave alone in the darkened room. He sank to his knees, his body aching from the humiliation and pleasure he had just endured. Tears of shame and excitement mixed together on his dirty cheeks as he wondered what horrible act she would ask of him next.
